New Release and Cowboys for a Cause

So happy to share two bits of good news. First, I have a sexy new release – Big Rig – the sequel to Roughneck – my oilrigger piece, but you can read as a stand alone. Trust me, Riley is one rough and tumble kind of man. Second – I’m so happy to participate in Cowboys for a Cause – all proceeds going to a Covid-19 Charity. Let’s take a peek at both.

BIG RIG

She needed a lesson all right. Whoever the female thought she was, there was no doubt she was attempting to outdo the men. Considering the type of language she was using, I’d call her obnoxious.

Vulgar.

Bratty.

I had an easy method to remedy that.

“Rough crowd, my ass. They are getting way out of hand.”

“That’s what happens when you’ve had a day to drink away your sorrows,” Walker said bigrig_fullwith a lilt in his voice.

As we walked inside, I was struck by the musty stench as well as the heated atmosphere. The single exclamation screaming over all the others gave me a clear indication of the vile mood everyone was in.

“You’re going to follow the rules. Period. If not, I will have this location shut down. Trust me. I have the ability to do so.” The raunchy woman had what appeared to be the entire crew surrounding her.

While I was still unable to see the person responsible for the directive, one that she had no right to authorize, I moved closer. The group of men were agitated, some even raising their fists.

I heard Walker’s snicker from behind and as I pushed my way through the group, I was honestly mesmerized by the woman standing in the middle of the crowd.

Beautiful.

Bold.

Unruly.

The three words described her very well, even though her actions yanked at my inner core. She had no idea the kind of man she was dealing with.

“You have no right,” one of the burly men shouted.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” another said, snorting after the comment.

They were both correct and even though I wanted to see how far she’d go, I knew better than to allow things to get out of hand.

“I have every right,” she stated authoritatively.

“I warned you. You have your hands full,” Walker chortled from behind me. “One of several unhappy customers.”

Fuck me.

Who the hell was she? Rigging was a tough job both physically and mentally. Not that a woman couldn’t handle it, but she was maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet. I studied her for a few seconds, my cock aching in a way I hadn’t experienced in years. Damn it. Being attracted to one of the crew didn’t bode well for an explosive situation. She needed a quick lesson in who was boss.

“And what is that right?” another roughneck asked, allowing his voice to boom over the entire room. While only a few of the men took several steps backward, it was enough to allow me a full view of the female in question.

I was rarely enticed by any woman at first glance. I had my reasons including lack of trust.

As well as guilt.

The sight of the fiery beauty forced my cock to full attention, my balls tightening. Everything about her indulged the dark and sadistic man I’d always been. From the way she’d weaved her dark hair into a constricting bun to the manner in which she attempted to hide her voluptuous body with one hell of an ugly shirt, every cell in my body was on fire. Jesus. I was hungry as a wild beast and there was no doubt one day she would belong to me.

Mine to train.

Mine to use.

And mine to fuck relentlessly.

Even though my thoughts were Neanderthal in nature, I had no methods of curtailing my savage desire.

Or my needs.

A fog slipped past my eyes for a few seconds as I envisioned her naked and writhing body. Christ. I had to get control of myself.

She snapped her head in the rigger’s direction, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to size him up, already zipping him into a body bag.

“Because my commands can’t be ignored,” she stated, the tone of her voice far too haughty for my tastes. “If they are, I will shut this rig down.”

Wow. She had balls the size of cantaloupes.

“And neither will mine,” the same guy stated in a commanding tone.

Several of the men snickered in the background, pissing me off even more.

“Yeah? And just who are you?” she asked, twisting in the direction of the gravelly voice.

“A man who knows more than a damn woman,” a fourth husky voice said from somewhere in the crowd. “You have no business here.”

She beckoned with her hand, using the other to plant it on her hip. “Why don’t you come right here and tell me that to my face. If. You. Have. The. Balls.”

“Whoa!” the collective crowd roared.

Oh, fuck me. This was going to get way out of hand. Shit. Shit. Shit.

The cheering and clapping were confirmation that I was correct.

“Watch out. Here it comes,” Walker hissed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you about Alexis.”

I heard my buddy’s words, his inflection full of amusement. “Funny how you didn’t tell me that ‘Alex’ was a woman.”

“I wanted to see how you’d handle her,” he said, chuckling. “She definitely has a mouth on her.”

“Uh-huh. Well, then I guess I’ll handle this my way.” I pushed my way into the middle of the group, several of the men glaring at me for the interruption. Even from a distance, I could see both the brute and the unknown woman were raring for a fight and the damn crowd was egging it on. She had no intention of backing down, her body language tense, but even in the dim lighting of the oversized room, I was able to catch the nervous tic in the corner of her mouth. Several of the men refused to budge as well. I had the feeling I was going to have trouble with a solid third of them.

Before I had a chance to say a thing, one of the men bolted in front of the others, the veins in his thick neck bulging. While the burly, inked dude stood well over eight inches taller than the girl, she was absolutely taking no shit. He huffed and puffed, sweat covering his forehead.

“Listen here, little filly. Women are only good for two things. Fuckin’ and cookin’. My guess is that you’re only good for the first.”

There was a single reaction and not necessarily the one I’d anticipated.

She cold-cocked him.

Now, just imagine what Riley is going to do…

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

MADE TO BEG

Guess what? The 5th and final in the Mafia Masters Series is HOT off the presses. This is Lorenzo’s story and this man is brutal in all he does. Does he have a heart of gold? You’re going to have to read to find out. As always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

Let’s take a little taste…

MADE TO BEG

Sierra

Blood.

A tragedy for so many, vile and evil men creating destruction and damnation.

A dangerous man.

A ruthless monster.

A heartless criminal.

I stood in front of the man I’d sworn never to see again, a brutal creature who had no madetobeg_fullregard for life. Yet I’d known instinctively that there was nowhere else to turn, no one who would help me.

But him.

Dominating.

Sexy.

Possessive.

The words filtered into my mind as I stood in front of the larger than life man, his dark eyes penetrating mine. I was filled with trepidation at his reaction, a gut-wrenching moment of losing myself in the past. I was a damn fool. A flash from only two hours before shifted me back into the nightmare and the very reason I’d lost a portion of my mind.

“Bitch!” the monstrous man bellowed, his dark and dangerous voice ringing in the night air. “I. Will. Find. You.”He stood with a knife in his hands, the glistening steel something I would never forget.

The words were haunting, the scarred and ugly man what nightmares were made of. I should have known better than to go off on my own, trying desperately to finish a damn story. Now, I stood in the house of a man I didn’t really know, other than the brutal stories I’d heard since moving to Chicago in an attempt to start a new life.

And memories of a dark fantasy I’d succumbed to.

He was just as handsome as he’d been all those years ago, even more debonair than I’d remembered in his dark shirt and beautiful charcoal gray trousers. Everything about him reeked of money and sexuality, as well as the same kind of danger as the monster in the alley.

Except Lorenzo Francesco held the city hostage with his brawn and power, the stronghold he had over politicians and members of law enforcement unequaled in the land of kingpins. He was a force unlike anything Chicago had ever seen.

And he’d once been my lover.

“Sierra,” Lorenzo said in a low-slung voice, his eyes opening wide. “My God. What the fuck happened to you?”

I didn’t even remember placing the glass on the table, but I wasn’t certain I had to strength to pick it up again and God, I needed the damn bourbon. What was happening to me? I wrung my hands, staring at the blood on the towel, another round of horror wrapping its bony fingers around my neck. How in the hell had I gotten myself in this predicament? I shivered to my very core, my heart racing to the point the sound of the beats echoed in my ear. I hadn’t intended on coming here but the moment I was in the cab, Lorenzo’s address was the only thing I’d been able to remember or say.

I was dirty, filthy and disgusted with myself, so cold that I could barely breathe. I darted a look in his direction, finding it entirely too weird that I found him so attractive at this moment. By all rights, I should fear him as much as the monstrous asshole I’d come across. I’d been chasing a story for almost six months, a series of horrific crimes I’d been able to link to one man. I’d just needed a last confirmation and nothing more, instead stumbling onto a murder scene. Not murder. Slaughter. And I’d frozen. A weak and helpless girl.

I’d known I was in over my head, but my adrenaline and drive refused to be denied. The informant I’d talked to had promised me a story of a lifetime. My fucking fifteen minutes of desired fame had almost cost me my life.

No, it likely would cost me my life unless a gangster agreed to help me. I didn’t want to die but I also knew the chance I was taking in accepting any assistance from Lorenzo. Favors he didn’t do. He merely took what he wanted.

Just like he had four years before.

Fucking me.

Spanking me.

Using me.

Oh, God. Oh, God. What was I doing here?

I looked down, trying to find the courage to even speak. I’d never been weak, had always been the girl to take chances, enjoying and savoring adventures. I was a black belt in karate, had a concealed weapons permit. Where the hell was my gun now? Taken. God, it had been taken from me. I was like some sniveling little girl unable to find her voice.

Lorenzo sighed and walked to the couch, keeping his distance yet sitting beside me. “Whatever happened tonight, you can tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help you, but you gotta open your mouth, doll. There isn’t another way.”

I could only nod like some bobblehead doll.

He picked up my glass, gently tugging one of my hands from the cloth and positioning the tumbler so I could wrap my fingers around the thick crystal. When I didn’t move, he lifted my arm for me, pushing the rim to my lips. “Take a few sips so you can calm down.”

I obeyed him just like I’d done before, licking drops of liquor before taking a few tentative sips. Then gulps.

Lorenzo muttered under his breath as he eased the bloody rag to the table. “Okay, that’s enough.” He forced the glass away from my mouth and out of the corner of my eye I noticed him shaking his head. “Sierra, what the fuck happened?”

One. Two. Three.

Four. Five. Six.

I counted all the way to ten before I was able to answer. “I witnessed a horrific murder.”

He issued another deep sigh. “If you only witnessed it then why are you covered in blood?”

“Because…” I started, shaking even more. After a few additional seconds, I was able to look into his eyes. “Because I was right there when he issued the killing blows, savagely plunging the knife over and over again into the guy. The poor boy was screaming, begging for my help. I tried. I really tried to help him, but I couldn’t. I just….” I gasped for air, unable to finish the sentence. I could still hear the monster’s laugh as he chased me, only I knew he had no intention of killing me then.

He would wait.

He would hunt.

And he would capture me.

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Kisses and spanks

Piper

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My Special Guest – Shanna Handel

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VIRGIN – A MAFIA BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

SYNOPSIS

Yesterday I’d never been kissed. Today every inch of me belongs to him.

I didn’t ask for a guardian, but it wasn’t up to me.

I disobeyed him, just to see what he would do.Then I found out what happens to bad shanna handel coverlittle girls.

She earned herself a taste of my belt. She got much more than that.

I knew this sassy princess would need a firm hand.

I planned to take her over my knee.

Then I decided to take her as mine.

EXCERPT

I emerge from the shadows. Dante’s no longer on the couch. He’s in the kitchen. Standing behind a high barstool that he’s moved to the center of the room. His hands rest on the back of the stool. His gaze is locked on mine.

I approach warily. Why do I feel as if I’m walking into a trap? I hand him his phone. Thank him for the use of it.

“How’s Rockland?” he asks.

“Doing well. But I assume you’ve already spoken to him.”

“I may have.”

I raise a brow to him. “And tattle-taled on me?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“He asked. I answered.”

“What’s the chair for?”

“It’s your naughty chair.”

An ice-cold tension rises from my center. He’s got to be kidding.

“A naughtychair? I’m a grown woman!”

“Are you?” His gaze is cutting. His face smug.

“Yes. Look at me.” I brush my hands over my body.

“Pull your skirt up.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Pull your skirt up.”

I don’t want to obey. I want to run. But where would I go? And something about the set of his jaw tells me it’d be best if I follow his orders. Creeping heat melts the ice and rises in my skin. My knees weaken. I can’t believe I’m complying. But somehow, I’m grabbing the hem of my skirt. Inching it up until it’s around my thighs.

“Now pull your panties down. Just until they’re right under the curve of your bottom.”

My face burns. I stare at my feet and do as he commands. Holding my skirts up, I hook my fingertips in the waist of my simple white cotton panties. I tug them down, leaving them around the tops of my thighs. I feel so naughty. So childish. So… hot. His commanding tone, his authoritative stance… it has my nipples peaking beneath my bra. My pussy pulsing in my bunched-up panties.

“There you go. Now hold your skirts up. And turn around and show me your bottom.”

“I…” My protest is cut off as he gives me the look. The one that makes my insides twist… and my core turn to liquid.

But, again, I do as he says. I lift my skirt, overly aware of how exposed my bare bottom is. Cool air rushes up my skin. A gush of arousal immediately rushes between my legs.

“Still pink.”

Inwardly I groan. Shame fills me; I’m completely humiliated, standing here before him, his eyes admiring my bared bottom, pink from his earlier punishment. This is not the scenario I imagined taking off my clothes for a man for the first time.

“Keep your skirt in place. Now, why would I have you standing here like this—a grown woman with her spanked bottom exposed like a naughty little girl?” My mouth gapes as I stand speechless. He’s more than happy to answer his own question. “She needs a lesson in obedience. Obviously the first punishment didn’t take and someone needs to be punished again.”

“Again! What did I do?” My fingers clutch around the material of the skirt of my dress.

“I think you know.”

My mind whirrs, flashing through the moments of the day. A sinking feeling enters my stomach. The bathroom—when he told me to stay, but I didn’t and I opened the door to join him. “I was scared—”

“This is going to be your naughty chair. For me to spank you. Other times you can sit on it and think about obeying me. Come,” he pats the seat, “try it out.”

It’s humiliating. I know I should run, fight, refuse. But where would I go? Race toward the bulletproof glass only to smash into the sides like a bug trapped beneath a cup? Also, there’s the curious pulsing in between my legs. Getting warmer and rising in my core. I stare at his stony face. Jaw set, determined to teach me a lesson.

My knees feel weak, my legs made of gelatin. My bare bottom exposed, I shuffle over, the humiliation rising with every difficult step. My panties pull around the tops of my thighs, restricting my movement.

I’m beside the chair. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. I sneak a glance at him and the authoritative set of his features releases a gush of arousal. My body is betraying me. My legs should be running, my arms pushing him away. Yet… I stand here, holding my skirts obediently. Hovering by a chair he has deemed my naughty chair.

“Bend over.”

I can’t.

I shoot him one last pleading glance. He’s not budging. I take a deep breath, angle myself over the seat. Even worse than bending over is the knowledge he will want me to lift my own dress. With shaking fingers, I raise my skirt, quickly flipping it over my back. The cool air rushes over my skin, my bottom fully exposed to him.

I lay over the chair, my stomach pressing into the seat.

My head hangs down. I don’t know what to do with my arms so I grab the legs of the chair. My long hair falls around my face, making a curtain of privacy. He’s picked this stool because it’s the perfect height for me. My panties are rolled tightly beneath my bottom, my skirt up and over my back. My bare bottom is stuck out as if it’s beckoning him, begging for his attention. I’m careful to keep my legs closed tightly together so as not to give him a peek of my pussy, slick with arousal.

I sense him walking around the chair. Standing behind me. My fingers tighten around the chair legs. Then I feel the light stroking of the tips of his fingers over my skin, sending chill bumps down the backs of my thighs. The first real touches of a man on my body. There’s a rush in my womb, my breasts feel heavy, my nipples tight.

He says, “Or, at a time like this, you may bend over it to have your bottom plugged by me.” The warm turned-on feeling stops cold. Is he serious? Putting something… into my bottom?

I’ve got to get out of here. Make it to a bedroom and lock myself in until this godforsaken shield lifts. My muscles tense and I raise my head, gazing at the stairs. I take a deep breath and prepare to raise my torso, planning to shove past him and run like I’m a finalist at a track meet. I start to straighten, but he’s anticipated my move. His hand presses into my lower back, holding me down against the seat. His arm is like lead. He’s too strong. Too fast. My head hangs in defeat.

His hand presses harder into my back. “Going somewhere?”

“You can’t do this to me! My cousin will kill you. He will gut you. He will—”

My words are cut off by my gasp as he gives my bare ass a hearty slap with his hand. I suck air between my teeth as the sting spreads—his hand is massive, and half my ass is on fire from his one spank. He says, “Your cousin will thank me.”

I stare over my shoulder, glaring at him. How could Rockland do this to me? How could he allow this sadist to punish me this way? I can see just enough of him to watch in horror as he pulls from his pocket a slim tube and something shiny. It’s small and narrow and silver. I watch him, wide-eyed as he squeezes a good amount of jelly on the tip of what must be the plug.

My fight returns. I struggle against him. “That. Is notgoing inside of me.”

“Isn’t it?” My struggle stops as I freeze in horror—his fingers are in the cleft of my ass! His strong fingers are pressing my cheeks apart. I clench my muscles as tightly as possible, fighting off the invasion. His deep, smooth voice croons, “Spread your legs for me, honey.”

“Not on your life, sweetheart,” I hiss between clenched teeth.

His fingers push harder in between my glutes. He’s centimeters away from my rear entrance. “Makes it easier, but it’s your choice.”

I calculate my options. I have none.

I’m going to have to open my legs. Showing him my pussy in all its glistening glory. Wet from his words, his face, his touches. Sweat pricks at my brow, my heart exploding in my chest.

I’ll be exposing myself for the first time to a man. It’s a heady sensation—the idea of him getting a glimpse of my puckered hole, my wanting pussy. I could have lubed the damn plug myself, I’m so wet. And he’s about to see all of that. Every inch of the most secret parts of my body.

I try to breathe as I inch my legs apart. The elastic waist of my panties digs into the flesh of my thighs. Air rushes over the aching between my legs.

What is he thinking? Is he turned on? Can he smell the scent that reaches me—the warm earthy musk of my own arousal?

When he speaks, his voice is gruff, husky. “Take a deep breath,” he says, stroking my back lightly. The tone of his words, the lightness of his touch make me feel he’s as affected as me. Making my core throb. I shift my weight on my toes.

The cold tip of that… thingis pressing against my entrance. Pushing gently. The pressure is strange, yet erotic. I find a kitten-like mewing rising in my throat. My body betrays me again. I clench, my orifice trying to fight this intruder. In retaliation, it presses harder, the tip pushing past my unwilling muscles. I moan, the stretching sensation of my ass sends a gush from my pussy.

He pushes again.

More stretching, more pressure, and the head is inside of me. I release a little whine of shame, confusion. But the arousal continues to pool between my legs as he gives the plug one final push.

It’s all the way inside of me.

Now, wasn’t that HOT? Don’t forget there are three other books in the series!

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Others in the series…

Bronson   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07TWZQLJQ/

Carter  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07WCCYMG3/

Rockland  https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07Z9RS7V1/

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One HOT, Dominating Firefighter

I think the majority of my readers know I adore firefighters and smokejumpers. For those who don’t know – I have an entire suspense series based on the amazing team of smokejumpers from Missoula, Montana. Might want to check them out. The book releasing Friday – and the name hasn’t been decided just yet – is all about a hot headed firefighter. He’s dominating. He craves danger. He’s passionate.

And he knows there is a killer amongst his rank.

Add that together with the feisty female fire investigator forced into the ranks and well, sparks fly. Here’s a taste of the new one and a bonus snippet from my latest dark mafia romance as well.

EXCERPT

Blaise

“God damn mother fucker.”

The words came easily out of my mouth. I absolutely hated politicians, the blowhards who thought they knew better than the rest of us. Meanwhile, we all realized they were just fighting to make up for their Vienna sausage-sized dicks. Today was no exception and neither was the man preening in front of the cameras.

Who am I? A firefighter serving Charlotte, North Carolina. My reputation? Playboy hard firemanhothead. Okay, not the best character reputation you want, but one I’d carved out for myself, maybe on purpose. I wasn’t much into rules, especially when it involved work. The members of my crew all craved danger, junkies for the adrenaline rush. I pretty much treated my concept of relationships the same way. I certainly wasn’t the commitment type. Yeah, I was snickering at the thought.

“This is bullshit.” The cry was full of outrage, drawing my attention to the oversized community room we all spent a hell of a lot of time in.

“This is politics for ya.”

“Lying sack of shit. The man’s never even set foot in any of the firehouses in this city. I don’t know who the hell he thinks he is. Dude from Jersey thinkin’ he can come here and take over Charlotte. Well, fuck him.”

I eyed the group of men standing around the small television set, their eyes focused on the press conference, nasty barbs flying right and left. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the announcement itself, but everyone else in the joint was fixated on the mayor’s choice for the brand spanking new fire investigator. The rumor mill had been flying for a solid two weeks that his selection was someone outside the industry, which was not only unheard of but considered blasphemy to the men and women who risked their lives every day.

“Aren’t you the least bit curious, Blaise?” Jake Hanson was my best friend, had been since I moved here from Texas over three years before. We were both lieutenants of Ladder Company 19, the captain relying on us for keeping the motley group on their toes in his absence. Well, that and for making trouble. I was the bad boy of the group with a nose for fires, especially arson, hence the use of my middle name. No one called me Brendon Tompkins unless I was in serious trouble. That seemed to happen on a frequent basis.

“You guys look like you’re doing just fine.” I reared back in the chair, placing my feet on the table, an action that pissed off the females of the group. Funny how the men didn’t give a shit. I could still hear the blaring sound from where I was sitting. David, Wally, and Kyle were shooting their middle fingers, as if the pompous mayor could see their contemptuous action. Thank God I had tomorrow off to regroup and catch up on some sleep. We were all antsy, exhausted. It had been a particularly grueling week, a shitstorm of fires, one right after the other. I had no doubt at least two were arson. We’d been experiencing a hell of a lot of that lately. Maybe a fire investigator worth his shit was in order.

Okay, so the thought was sexist; however, I just knew the industry as well as this city. The job was hard core and given the horrific spikes in catastrophic blazes, whoever was appointed would be digging their way through muck—both in and out of the dirt. In my opinion, women deserved to be treated better, like queens, even when they were required to submit. My cock ached, visions of a luscious and very naked young woman draped over my lap the culprit.

I allowed my mind to daydream, trying to dull out the rants. My last girlfriend had been back in Texas, a sweet little filly with a mouth that could shoot you down, then suck you right up, taking every drop of cum. Mmm… She’d refused to move across the country. Couldn’t say I blamed her. North Carolina certainly wasn’t like back home. I’d grown weary of the playboy lifestyle as well as being alone.

I thought about two nights before, my cock twitching at the mere thought. I’d never done anything so reckless in my life as to fuck a stranger, but damn if the experience hadn’t been hot as shit. I didn’t even know her name.

Then again, we all needed some R & R, myself included. Maybe I could convince Jake to grab a beer tonight, or even hunt down the sexy gal. If only I knew anything about the stunning and vivacious woman. Another wicked shift under the sheets could do a body good.

“Charlotte is a wonderful city, full of the finest people. We live and thrive because of our amazing emergency systems. However, there have been some serious accusations placed against our fire departments because of the increased reports of arson, among other things.” The mayor’s tone was gruff, almost angry, as if he had a bone to pick.

“What the fuck?” Wally snapped.

“He’s such an asshole,” Kyle added.

I’d butted heads with the politics in this town more than once, fueling my reputation. If you asked me, and nobody was, I knew there were some bad seeds perched in high positions. Taking them down wasn’t my job, but I’d certainly relish in the aftermath.

“What we need is a fire investigator who refuses to kowtow to anyone. We need strength of mind as well as a tenacious spirit. We need a bulldog. I am happy to announce that I’ve appointed the perfect candidate.” The mayor had that look of unveiling a surprise. I had a bad feeling it was going to bite everyone in the ass.

I halfway stood, able to see Mayor Zane pumping his fist like he’d just promised to rid the entire country of warfare. Rolling my eyes, I was about to walk closer when the alarm sounded. “Fuck. Me.” Another damn fire. I’d just gotten the soot from under my nails from the last one. “All right, boys and girls, get your shit together.”

As I raced to grab my gear, I noticed Captain Waters on a heated conversation over the phone. Whatever he was attending to, the man was pissed. This kind of thing had occurred more than once this week as well. We were all batting zero on the tolerance level.

I heard the call out, the dispatcher repeating the location. Another horrific house fire. Jesus Christ. As we scrambled onto the engine, the captain the last man, Kyle started roaring out of the driveway.

“You all right, Cap’n?” I couldn’t help but ask. His pinched face and pursed mouth were unusual for the man. He had almost forty years on the job and had seen everything. Lately, he just seemed exhausted, as if he had no joy in working fires any longer.

Captain Waters snorted as he fumbled to fasten his jacket. “Yeah. Dandy. Next few weeks are going to be hell.”

I knew better than to ask anything else. Fully dressed, I hung out the open door, searching the horizon. We were literally four blocks away from the address. Didn’t take long until I could see the flames shooting a solid twenty feet into the air. The closer we came, the more my gut kicked in. I had a weird sixth sense about fires, had since I was a kid. This was one of the reasons I’d defied my father, becoming a firefighter instead of following in his footsteps and taking over the family ranch. The transfer to Charlotte had been on a whim, a new location, more possibilities for advancement.

And I’d never regretted a day. “Hurry up, Kyle. The house is at least fifty percent engulfed.”

“Almost there,” he shot back.

The second the engine rolled to a stop, I was off the platform, scanning the scene. The area was combined use, commercial and residential and at this time of afternoon, the streets were teeming with activity.

“Damn hot fire,” Jake hissed.

“Where the hell are the cops?” I demanded to no one in particular. We needed some serious crowd control.

“Take it easy, Lieutenant,” the captain stated. “I’ll get everyone back until the police arrive. Assess the situation.”

“My baby’s inside!” The woman’s scream was laced with complete panic. She raced toward Jake, almost knocking him off his feet.

“It’s all right. Tell me who’s inside,” Jake asked, trying to keep calm.

“She’s only three. I couldn’t get her out.” The woman was almost incoherent.

“Where is she located? Tell me where,” Jake encouraged.

Sobbing, she had to be shaken before she reacted. “Back bedroom by the porch.”

I snapped my head in the direction of her finger. There was smoke but no active flames, although the fire was rolling through the timber box style construction. We had no time to waste. “That’s it. I’m going in. Watch my back, Hanson.” The ax in my hand, I shoved down my mask and raced toward the side of the building.

“Jesus Christ! Wait for backup!” the captain called.

“I got him. You three come in from the front. You guys on the side. Let’s get this rolling,” Jake commanded.

I heard the sound of sirens coming from every direction and knew two things instinctively. One, Jake would have my back, fighting alongside me and two, this little girl had minutes to live. She was not dying under my watch. I made it to the back door. Smoke was rolling from under, embers popping along every surface. The door was cool to the touch but locked. I didn’t bother with the ax, simply giving it a hard kick, standing back until I was able to ascertain the location of the flames. A blanket of thick, acrid smoke rolled over me the second I walked inside. Blue-hued flames licked up from the walls, threatening to swim over the ceiling. I was forced to yank out my flashlight, tossing the beam into the center of the building. Couldn’t see shit.

A rush of water flowed behind me, the sizzling sound like sweet music.

“You’re late,” I called to Jake, then threw out my hand silencing him. The cry was muffled but distinct enough. “She’s over here.”

“Be careful,” Jake commanded, swinging the hose back and forth.

Everything was black as night, but the walls and ceilings had already started to crumble, raining debris all around and over us. A snapping crack was followed by a whooshing sound as the fire leapt to the ceiling over us.

“Fuck!” Jake huffed.

What do you think? Imagine the man embroiled in wicked passion.

A TASTE OF…

PREY

I am an assassin. I was born into the profession. There was no choice given, no question of what I preferred to do when I was growing up. I am royalty. I am privileged. And I am my father’s son, expected to follow in his path as well as that of others, dominant men ruling the world with an iron fist. The consortium holds the most powerful countries in the palm of their hand, their plan to eradicate respected leaders and those who stand in their way on prey_fulltrack. I am merely one son, one heir to a throne consumed by evil, an indentured servant to the Dark Haven. I am also the darkness, a hunted man. What no one knows is that I am lost, a weakness I can’t afford.

One day, I will find her. The one who will pull me into the light.

One day…

The words had haunted him for years, leaving the kind of sadness that could be career-ending. But not on this night.

Wrath had never felt so exhilarated in his life, although the fact he’d not only interfered with what had to be a shakedown but decided to take matters into his own hands could place his life in danger. He had an assignment to finish and instead, he had a naked girl on his lap, her provocative and stunning body more powerful to him than the five hundred thousand dollar prize he was expecting. As he wound his fingers around her silky strands of hair, leaning dangerously close to her voluptuous mouth, he counted all the reasons this was ridiculous.

The mark could get away.

His cover could be blown.

He could be arrested and spend the rest of his miserable life languishing in prison.

Or worse.

He could be eliminated by one of the eight men who comprised the Dark Haven for simple betrayal.

Right now, he didn’t care about any of them. He wanted her. He was determined to dominate her.

Ashley took several deep breaths, her eyes darting back and forth across his.

“We’re not finished yet, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.” He crushed his mouth over hers, inhaling the sweet essence of her feminine wiles as well as her expensive perfume. Everything about this woman was exotic, forbidden, and the fruit was too ripe and lush for him to resist.

Their chemistry was off the chain, electricity shooting through both of them.

He swept his tongue inside, tasting her, devouring her mouth. Even as she struggled, pressing her palm against his chest, he knew she craved much more. Everything about her body language screamed utter desire, the kind that would set the world on fire. He was more alive than he’d ever been, his cock screaming for relief.

She moaned into the kiss, undulating in his lap to the point he could no longer focus or think of anything outside of taking her. The barbarian in him had risen to the surface, threatening to take over what little humanity he had left. She should be his enemy.

Instead, she was the ultimate prize.

He gathered her into his arms as he stood, moving slowly toward the bed. He might regret his actions in the morning, but for tonight, she belonged to him. As he eased her down, the passionate embrace continued, their tongues thrashing together, her moans turning into purrs as she clung to him.

Breaking the kiss, he nipped her lower lip, growling in a savage manner. There was no need for discussion, only their respective carnal needs that required fulfilling. He licked around her mouth then down to her neck, darting his tongue in swirling motions as she tilted her head toward the bed. Inching further down, he licked around her nipple then peppered her skin with kisses as he returned to her neck, issuing a guttural sound. As he unfastened the buttons on his shirt with a single hand, he whispered into her ear, just to make certain she was well aware the deal had yet to be finished.

“You’re mine, all mine, sweetheart. Take a deep breath because the beast is about to claim you.” Easing back, he gazed down at her, the electricity shooting through him igniting embers embedded in every muscle and cell. He was well aware she’d lied about her name, but at this point, who the hell cared? She would never learn his real name either. This wasn’t about romance, simply raw and unadulterated sex.

Ashley eased onto her hands, lifting and spreading her legs wide open as she lifted a single eyebrow. Her gaze full of amusement, she gave him a heated once-over. “I’m not your sweetheart. And what makes you think I’ll comply that easily?” She blew him a kiss as she tossed her head from side to side.

Wrath tossed his shirt before kicking off his shoes then tapping his finger against his belt. “Because you’re a born and bred submissive, just waiting for the right man to come along and claim you. Plus, it’s obvious you have a penchant for danger.” Chuckling, he could see the wheels of her mind turning, trying to find the correct retort.

“I do adore a dangerous man, but I usually prefer kicking his ass.”

Such a little minx. He allowed his French accent to flow in a soft-spoken, seductive manner. All the years of education and intense training had given him options, including the use of eight different languages. French seemed to suit her. He was more than curious to garner a look into her small purse but had the distinct feeling that she was hiding everything about her identity. Maybe she was really just a high dollar card shark, employed by some rich socialite who craved the thrill of risk.

Funny how his instinct told him otherwise.

Ashley wasn’t the kind of woman who followed orders, at least in her profession. The rest was a matter of allowing the fragrant blossom to open naturally. Maybe they would even meet again. His blood pressure increased at the thought.

He gave her a commanding look, enjoying the slight blush and the flicker of her stunning long lashes. “Besides, you still have another round of punishment owed. I suggest you be a good little girl.”

In a flash she was off the bed, pressing her palms against his naked chest and pushing with just enough pressure he was forced to take a step backwards. “A good girl, huh? You obviously have no idea who I am. I’m very good at being very bad.”

Fisting her hair, he used enough pressure she hissed. “While I might not know everything about you yet, I can see right through to your soul, all the sinful little cravings that keep you awake at night.” He swatted her on the ass twice before giving her a daring look.

“Don’t tempt me to show you who’s boss,” she purred, her fingers digging into his chest. “I could hurt you badly.”

“Oh, really? Give it your best shot.” The challenge was almost too tasty.

You know how I adore my mafia pieces! I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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Becoming an Assassin’s Prey

I have a brand new dark mafia piece out, but…with a twist. He’s an assassin as well as in line for a throne of very influential and dangerous men. She’s an FBI agent hell bent on taking him down. When they meet? Sparks fly. Will she cross the line or will the cat and mouse game end in incarceration? Hmmm… You’ll have to read to find out.

PREY

Darkness…

Foreboding to some. To him, the ominous shadows were comforting, allowing him complete anonymity in order to perform the jobs he’d been paid well to execute. Tonight was no exception and he was exhilarated, adrenaline flowing. He craved the chase, the prey_fullmoment when he locked onto his target. Every assignment was unusual. Different countries. Powerful individuals. Beautiful women. Incredible food and drink. His skills allowed for careful selection, the very reason he was still alive.

Even though there were strict requirements.

He moved through the darkness, finding the house with ease. The mark had evidently caught wind there was a contract on his life, leaving his usual environment in utter disarray. And somehow, the man thought he’d remain safe in the countryside, a little house in the woods that no one was supposed to know about. Snickering, he eased the gun from his jacket, adding the silencer as he headed toward the rear, all the while scanning the perimeter. Surprises he didn’t need. At least the fucker would be alone, an easy target.

The entire back of the house was full of windows, the massive set of sliding doors peering out onto a lush garden. There were no other houses in close proximity, another perk of this particular job. He inched closer, able to see the mark sitting in an overstuffed chair directly in front of a roaring fire.

Like taking candy from a baby.

He moved into the most optimal position, holding the weapon in both hands. A split second before he pulled the trigger, he jerked back, cursing under his breath. The man was supposed to be alone. Fuck!He shoved the gun back into his pocket and headed straight through the woods toward the awaiting vehicle. Yanking out his phone, he studied the reception. Just enough. The call was answered within two rings.

“Yes?”

“Mission aborted,” he half whispered as he opened the driver’s door.

There was a long pause.

“Why?”

“I have my reasons. To be completed at a later time.” Ending the call, he tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. He was a cold-blooded killer but even he had his scruples, no matter what the blessed consortium required of him.

He would never complete a contract in front of a child.

* * *

Monte Carlo

Eight days later

“Do you know what I want?” she purred as she slipped first one then her other arm around Wrath’s neck, her red lips glistening even in the shadowed light.

Ricardo ‘Wrath’ Constantino had been with many women over the years, devouring several varieties, but French girls were usually far more discerning about their tastes in men. Cherry certainly didn’t seem to understand that if she accepted several drinks then invited a killer to her condo she could face the ultimate demise. Granted, she wasn’t his target, nor would she know of his profession. However, the irony was delightful. “Now, what could that possibly be?” he asked as he brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek.

“I love your commanding manner. So sexy.” Cherry clung to him, her eyes holding the haze of intoxication. “I hunger for a taste of that hard body of yours.” She kissed his lips, darting out her tongue and dragging the tip across the seam of his mouth.

He allowed her to toy with him, teasing as she slid one hand down his chest. Sadly, he’d grown bored of the evening. Even winning at Blackjack didn’t have any effect on his sour mood. What did entice him was the gorgeous redhead sitting at another Blackjack table, the scarlet dress the perfect complement to her stunning long legs and hourglass figure. He was hungry, having played the perfect gentleman during his time spent in the amazing city.

What he could easily see was that she was an expert at a slight of hand, kiting the system. He was amused as well as aroused by her brazen attempt at winning. If she was caught, the punishment would be extremely harsh.

“Cherry, you are a lovely woman, but I believe I see someone I know. An unexpected surprise. I’m certain you can understand.”

Pouting her ruby-stained lips, she lifted a single eyebrow, her index finger sliding back and forth across his Adam’s apple. When she knew he was serious, she huffed. “Merde. Fine. Have it your way, but you’re missing out.”

He waited until she walked away, flipping him her middle finger in frustration, her next set of words spoken with a nasty tone. “Je m’en fous!

She’d consumed one too many glasses of champagne. She didn’t give a fuck, eh? Well, then neither would he.

Wrath studied the lovely redhead at the other table as she worked, taking her time and winning only small bets. Even the card dealer, a trained expert, seemed to have no idea about her exceptional skills. He took a sip of his bourbon, debating exactly what to do. His cock ached, throbbing against his tuxedo pants, a clear sign that he needed to meet her. Few women had any effect on him, fewer still holding his interest for even this long.

After she won yet another hand, he polished off his drink and moved in the direction of the table, taking the last spot, which happened to be on her left. He acknowledged the players, waiting to greet her last. “Madame.” His French accent was one that the majority of women found endearing. He had a feeling this woman couldn’t care less simply by her caustic body language.

“Miss.” She gave him a once-over as the dealer positioned the new cards, yawning after a few seconds.

His amusement turned into raging hunger, his balls tightening.

“Fascinating,” he whispered so only she could hear.

“Are you flirting with me?” she asked in a haughty tone.

He chuckled, darting his eyes in her direction. She was American and appeared to be all alone, although looks could be deceiving. “I rarely flirt because I usually get what I want without question.”

“Ah, you’rethatkind of man.”

“And which kind is that?”

“An asshole.” Purring, she took a sip of her wine, shifting her stool and allowing him a more captivating look at her legs.

Wrath gave her a slight nod of respect. The woman was tough as nails. He could only imagine her behavior in bed.

As the cards were turned, he watched her intently, studying the way she was able to cheat. There was something odd about her mannerisms, so polished and perfect. He was more than impressed, her abilities surpassing some of the best he’d known. She was truly magnificent.

Drinks were brought, the players dropping out one by one after mere minutes.

After she won yet another hand, Wrath leaned over, whispering in her ear, “You’re very good at what you do. I’m impressed and that never happens.”

She only slightly tipped her head. He could easily tell that she was aggravated at the interruption. The bet she had on the table was the largest of the night, one that would easily net her a cool fifty G’s. “And what might that be?”

The sound of her voice was alluring, seductive in the soft inflections. “You’re a cheat. How do I know this? Because I was hired and trained to spot even those with utter finesse.” He allowed the words to sink in, his cock throbbing as her porcelain face flushed, turning a lovely shade of pink.

“How dare you! I’m no cheat,” she whispered, reaching for her wine in her usual confident manner.

“And you and I both know you’re lying.” Wrath gathered his meager winnings and moved away from the table, tossing a hundred dollar chip toward the dealer. “Thank you, sir. This table is far too hot for me.”

“Thank you,” the dealer said with a smile then glanced at the remaining players, the tip understood.

Wrath slid his hands into his pockets, taking long strides out the main door then leaning against the wall. There would be no more winning for the lovely lady tonight. If his calculations were correct, she would be coming through the door in…

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The redhead was on cue, bolting through the door. Instead of any concept of fear on her face, she was furious, her eyes scanning the corridor. Seconds later, she jerked up her long dress, cursing what the Americans called a blue streak as she strode in the opposite direction. “Goddamn motherfucking asshole.”

Wrath moved out of the shadows, following closely behind. She wasn’t a true card shark, or if she was, she was certainly taking calculated risks. Perhaps he needed to get to the bottom of her true identity. The last thing he needed was trouble prior to fulfilling his contract.

Especially since the mark was MIA.

His long legs were more than a match for a woman in shockingly high heels, his hand wrapping around her arm and jerking her to the side.

“You. What do you want?” she snapped, struggling to get out of his hold. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Shh… Such language. Now, we can handle this situation one of two ways, which will be entirely your decision.” Wrath kept his voice low, certainly not loud enough to register to anyone in close proximity. He crowded her space, drinking in her exotic perfume. Visions of shackling her naked to his bed popped into his nefarious mind.

Hissing, she yanked again, almost getting out of his grasp. “I’ll ask you one. Last. Time. Who the hell do you think you are?”

She certainly carried an air of arrogance, something he did appreciate, especially in a woman. Time to call her bluff. “Someone who knows a thief when he sees one. As I was saying, you can come with me now or I’ll simply call in the local policia.”

The single tic in the corner of her mouth was the only giveaway that she was bothered in any manner. Otherwise, she played the situation as she had the cards.

Calculated.

Policia?” she mused, her eyes flashing.

He’d made a single mistake, one that could cost him. Tonight, he was a Frenchman, the terminology entirely different than his native country. “The Monte Carlo police division is well known throughout the world as being brutal.” The lie sounded plausible. The second shimmer of her eyes indicated she wasn’t entirely certain whether he was telling the truth.

“You have the situation wrong. I need to see some identification, Mr. Know it All,” she barked, throwing out her arm, beckoning with her fingers.

Chuckling, he was becoming more and more fascinated with the woman.

Well, what do you think? Imagine the chemistry!

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Imagine an Alien Lottery for Humans…

Can you imagine living on Earth during a time where aliens have overtaken the planet? One of their perks is having a lottery every few months. Their winning prize? Fertile human females. Now, imagine if there was a human female who refused to comply? I have a HOT new dark reverse harem science fiction piece just out. See what you think!

HARVEST

“You’ll be punished.”

How many times had I heard that very statement before? How many sleepless nights hadharvest_full I envisioned the monsters taking me, using me? Filling every hole with one of their thick, hard cocks?

Shivering, I blinked away the ugly visions, making a promise to myself that I would escape. Somehow. Someway.

Then there was my family to worry about. I cringed, my skin tingling from anticipation. The Centurions were monsters. Brutal savages. And there was nothing any of the aliens could do to change my mind.

The horrible premonitions were coming true. My mind was rattled, petrified that everything I’d dreamt during the last two weeks had actually occurred. My skin tingled, my pussy quivering much as it had since the experience in the woods. Maybe I was losing my mind, the fear overtaking any concept of reality.

But I couldn’t get the monster out of my mind.

Voltar…

His entire body reeked of testosterone, a man to be feared, his power evident in every move he made. Broad shoulders, a carved chest, rippled abs that were every girl’s fantasy.

But he was an alien. A damn beast that I was supposed to fear.

Then why did I hunger for him every night?

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Every time the primitive drums were hit with the cloth-covered mallets I jumped. There was no fear given what they were doing was on the massive screen, just simple disgust. Others in my group crowded closer, as if the monsters holding court were magical gods, able to free them from their daily confines. I wanted to laugh and make fun of them for their obviously misguided cravings, but what else did they have to live for?

Being locked away, never having the freedom to make a single choice—other than to submit or die.

I am woman, hear me roar.

I’d learned the expression, one from so long ago, from my mother. But even she’d lost her will to fight. A nauseating chill swept down my spine, trickling along the backs of my legs even though the temperature was close to eighty degrees. Everything about the Centurions and their ruthless ways repulsed me yet sent the fear of the unknown skittering into my bloodstream. I’d fought so hard to keep my self-worth, trying to enjoy the life we’d been forced into, but days like these were debilitating, shaking me to my core. I thought about the words I often said to myself in an effort to curtail my rage.

I am Felicity Michaels and no man or beast will ever strip away my identity or my dignity. Ever.

Only the aliens were capable of doing much more, at least if I was luckyenough to win the so-called lottery.

We all stood staring at the videogram, a retelling of one of the recent celebrations, the show meant to entice us for the upcoming Feast.

Feast. Feast. Feast.

The chanting would forever burn in the back of my mind.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” one of the girls asked no one in particular, her dilated eyes wide open and her hand raised as if able to stroke the copper-colored hair of the girl leading the others into a tight formation. Every single one of the women on display in the video seemed catatonic, as if they’d been drugged or worse, brainwashed into thinking they were facing a glorious life. They were all dressed in magnificent clothing, silks and satin in vibrant colors. I knew in my heart their attire was all for the glorious show.

They were simply being turned into well trained pets for the Centurions, a fate worse than death in my mind. I couldn’t fathom why no one else in our group seemed to notice the chosen’s artificial smiles and glassy eyes. Maybe they simply didn’t care. I glanced around me at the eager faces, pursed lips, and body language indicating they were turned on by the few aliens being shown in the videograms.

“No, they’re not,” I answered, more under my breath than anything. I wasn’t well liked, as if I gave a shit, but I had to be careful not to cause a commotion or the Watchers would flag my number, removing me from the upcoming celebration. They were the low-level Centurion soldiers, every one of them dangerous. I’d seen with my own eyes what the nasty creatures did to misbehaving girls. Any of them causing commotion were humiliated in front of every man and woman, stripped of their clothing and shackled, spanked like naughty little girls until their ass cheeks were flaming red.

 

“Come here, Earthling. You deserve to be punished.” His deep voice floated across the courtyard, the sound penetrating into the darkest parts of me. He patted his lap, his lip curled in an exaggerated fashion, the sneer on his face indicating he approved of my naked body.

I heard the chants all around me, the gregarious calls from those hungering to see me punished. A light breeze wafted across my skin, forwarding the horrific stench of the monster in my direction, yet my pussy clenched in anticipation. I did as I was told, my feet dragging as I inched closer, trying not to breathe, willing my mind to obey. If not, the consequences would be even worse.

He reached out, his fingers dancing along the skin of my forearm, tickling my synapses until my nipples hardened. I had no idea why I felt such blatant desire for a being I considered so wretched, but my body betrayed me, my breasts aching with deep longing. “Do you understand why you’re being whipped, little girl?”

I wanted to shout out that I was a woman and not a little girl, but I merely nodded. The thick leather strap lay by his side, a favored implement and one that could inflict significant pain. Why was my mouth watering and goosebumps popping along my arms and legs?

“Excellent. We will mold you into a perfect mate yet.” Yanking me over his massive lap, he pressed his hand on the small of my back. “You are to be given thirty lashes.”

As the strap was driven down against my buttocks, I squirmed and moaned, pain coursing throughout my body. And I wanted more…

The vision was far too real, leaving me shivering. I’d never wanted a controlling man, one who was used to getting what he wanted. Never. I wanted a hero, a gorgeous blond human fighting for my love, gentle and understanding. Unfortunately, he would also be fighting for our lives. No human male was allowed to mate with females any longer, at least not those under the protection of the Centurions. Human males were used as workers, true slaves tending to fields and what livestock remained living on Earth. Every young woman was considered property of the Centurions.

Forever.

What do you think? I think the aliens just might have their hands full!

Love and kisses…

Piper

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Can a BAD Man be Redeemed?

Isn’t that a question? Do you think a killer has a chance at becoming a good guy? Well, I’m exploring that very concept in my next release. The working title is A Bad, Bad Man, although its going to change. My guy is a true Capo, protecting the most heinous mafia leader of all time. And in truth, he’s sick of his job. When he’s asked to do the unthinkable, he makes another choice, one that will have him harboring the need for retribution. Curious?

A BAD, BAD MAN

Blade

“Look, you fucking asshole. I own you. If you dare think you’re going to get away with this, you don’t know me very well. Be prepared to meet your maker.” Diego’s left leg was twitching and as soon as the call ended, he tossed his cellphone, cursing in Spanish. “Puto gilipollas. Voy a matarlo.”

Fucking asshole. I’ll fucking kill him.The words were harsh, but no doubt truthful and on the mark. I almost never witnessed Diego losing his cool. That wasn’t his style. He was the man who could enjoy savoring a fine dinner, drinking a bottle of wine and enjoying sexy with dark hairgood conversation with his enemy, all before issuing a contract. And the poor dumb fucker would never know what hit him. The fact this individual bothered him so much meant everything I’d heard could be true.

I remained quiet, studying the buildings as we passed by. I actually loathed the limo rides but when the man wanted to make an entrance, I was always along for the ride, even against my advice. That had included tonight. After what Breaker had told me, I was more on edge than ever, prepared for an attack. Diego had more than one ‘situation’ as he liked to call them, one of the people he was trying to do business with reneging on his promise. For Diego? That was a punishable offense. My gut told me tonight would be interesting.

“Stop worrying, Erik,” Diego stated then yanked his drink from the holder, swirling the ice in a violent manner. I’d never seen him this angry.

“My job, sir.”

He chuckled and lifted his glass to his lips. I took the opportunity to glance in his direction, noticing the barrel of his favored Glock. He usually preferred not to carry, which meant he was also worried. “You’re about the only man in my family I can count on. I appreciate that. I really do.” He turned his head, glaring out the window. “Things may get a bit…messy in the next few days. I hope you can handle it.” Diego shook his head after issuing the words. “An out of state asshole believes he is going to take a portion of my business. He will learn the hard way.”

“Nothing to worry about.” I had firepower with me: a Beretta in an ankle holster, and my Browning Hi-Power clipped inside my jacket. A blade wouldn’t do for tonight, not with the stakes this high. Nothing was going to interfere with Diego’s evening. Not on my watch. The man would always have enemies, groups of various gangs trying to take over. I’d heard certain rumors, other Cartels hell bent on taking over Miami. That would be interesting to watch.

“Good man.” Diego exhaled, remaining quiet, but his leg continued to twitch. Even his own soldiers would say his actions were a sign of weakness. The man was cracking a little under the surface. Maybe the perfect time to escape.

Maybe the perfect time to get myself killed.

Avoiding making any noise, I glanced back out the window. We were only three blocks and one traffic light away. I wanted to get this night the hell over with.

“I won’t tolerate betrayal of any kind. None. I can’t have it for my organization.” Diego’s statement was clear. There was a rat in the family.

“I understand, sir. I feel the same.” I cringed just saying the words.

“I know you do. You’re like a son to me, Erik. You’d done very well for me. Very well indeed.”

I felt his cold stare, could almost hear what he was thinking. I own you. Sadly, the man did, and I’d accepted the role, even though I knew all those years ago what that would mean. “Thank you.”

“But the man who risks crossing me will pray for death.” Chuckling, he polished off his drink and adjusted his jacket before running both hands through his hair.

The man preened in front of anyone who would take notice. He also loved grandstanding to anyone who would listen. “Let me do a sweep.” There were dozens of people coming and going into the front of the Casablanca Casino, the area far too easy for one of Diego’s enemies to get a clean shot. We parked in back and only inches from the door. I climbed out, surveying the perimeter as I walked the area. I didn’t like the fact we didn’t have backup tonight, but given Diego’s penchant for the woman inside, he wasn’t prepared to give any additional fodder to the soldiers.

I snickered every time he came to see the blonde-haired actress, as if the entire city of Miami hadn’t figured out the infamous Diego Sanchez was having a torrid affair with her, including his wife. This was the way of things. When I was certain the alley was clean, I moved to the other side of the limo, opening the door. “Clear.”

Diego plastered on a smile and carefully stepped over the ugly cracks leading to the door. There was no paparazzi, no welcoming committee meeting him in a rat-infested back alley, but appearances were certainly everything. He offered no instructions and I said nothing else.

Both the driver and I were expected to wait.

And we did.

That is, until I heard the distinct sounds of a gun being fired, two shots only, muffled by distinct enough. I reacted, yanking out my gun and tossing open the door, racing inside. The weapon was locked and loaded, two additional ammo clips in my breast pocket. I knew every inch of the casino, every bathroom and every clandestine ‘special’ suite. I shoved my way past both employees and customers, taking long strides. I’d calculated the time it would take me to get to the suite prepared for El Hefe. Twelve seconds had passed. One second too long.

No one stood in my way or tried to stop me. Screams could be heard seconds before a single additional shot. Now, I was pissed. As people started running from every direction, heading for the exit, I powered through, seeing the coward aiming for another shot. Tuning out everything but the job at hand, I pulled the trigger. The man went down with a hard thud.

As I moved further inside the suite, I was able to see the blonde actress cowering in the corner, Diego comforting her, blood seeping through his crisp white linen jacket. There was also another girl still in the room, frozen, her eyes glued to the assassin. She was no doubt a dealer given her black and white attire. I had no time to deal with her. At least the shot had been clean, catching the asshole between the eyes.

“Oh!” the blonde screamed, clawing at Diego.

“I need to get you out of here.” I reacted, grabbing Diego and covering his body with mine.

“Don’t leave me!” the blonde demanded.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Diego said absently, hissing under his breath.

The blonde shouted various obscenities as we left. We were in the limo and leaving the scene before we heard the first siren. No one would remember that Diego Sanchez had even been at the casino, including his lover. They knew better than to open their mouths.

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HUNTING THEIR MATE

They hunted me. They caught me. Now they’re going to breed me.

As far as I’m concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no peace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading our huntingtheirmateworld, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I’m the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

Though the thought of a fellow human taking the side of these alien brutes enrages me, that is far from the worst of it. With every searing stroke of the strap that lands across my bare bottom, with every savage thrust as I am claimed over and over, and with every screaming climax, it is made more clear that it is my own quivering, thoroughly used body which has truly betrayed me.

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Trying to Save a Marriage

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IMPERFECT CONSEQUENCES

Shannon rolled over and slid her arm across the bed. She didn’t need to open her eyes to realize David wasn’t beside her. Although she hadn’t waited up for him, sleep had only come in spurts. Her eyes were swollen from crying for hours. Her heart, as well as her Imperfect Consequenceshead, was aching, remnants of a hangover making her nauseous. Drinking wine certainly hadn’t helped her mood and no doubt escalated the vile argument.

Moaning, she glanced over at the clock, the understanding she needed to crawl out of bed and get ready for work, reminding her that life moves on. The alarm was still sounding, and for a few more seconds she listened to the soft music, the haunting strains of some love song. Closing her eyes, she did everything she could to shove back the uneasy feeling. There was no doubt in her mind, however, she’d gone too far this time by pushing David into a corner. Accusing him of having an affair was terrible, but finding certain e-mails on his computer had driven her over the edge.

Jade.The name slid across her tongue and she was ready to vomit. Whoever the woman was, she certainly seemed to be in tune with David’s needs, his desires. From the tone of the e-mails, the blatant sexual overtures, she knew they were close. But just how close? She’d sat for hours poring over every message, trying to figure out when the emotional affair had started, and from what little she could find out, it seemed they had started their relationship almost six months ago.

At least the first few e-mails were very much about business, given he’d obviously designed her home. They began to go down a more flirtatious path. The last few conversations were as close to sexting as she’d ever seen. Swallowing back bile, she finally eased out of bed and into the bathroom. Her reflection told no lies—she looked like shit. Shivering, she held her arm with one hand as she grabbed her toothbrush with the other.

Had he gone to Jade’s house last night? Was he with her right now, lying in bed and talking about how ridiculous his marriage was? Were they fucking? Had they been fucking and for how long? The questions raced through the back of her mind and she blinked as tears welled in her eyes. Then again, what if they weren’t physically intimate, but carrying on just an emotional affair? The phrase made her want to break the mirror. Was an emotional relationship as bad as if he were sticking his cock into her?

There were too many questions and no answers that would be right anyway, not until she managed to hear the truth. Would David tell her the truth? Well, maybe not after her nasty display. Shannon brushed her teeth with enough fury that she was spitting froth by the time she finished. Damn it, she had to know if their marriage was over. She had to.

After taking a long shower, she brewed a pot of coffee and stood like a lost waif in her kitchen, staring at the flowers. A slight smile crossing her face, she walked closer and brushed her fingertips across several fallen petals. How many days had she longed to have her man bring her flowers or tell her she was beautiful? Sighing, she sniffed as a single tear fell.

She glanced toward her cell phone and reached out twice to grab it before she pressed her finger against the on button. There were no missed calls and no voice mails. David was either letting her cool off, or he was finding his own place to live. The sun was streaming in the windows, birds chirping, and she was nothing but a train wreck. And she definitely wasn’t in the mood to face anyone today, especially at work.

Shannon thought about taking a day off. What would it hurt? She hadn’t had a day off in months and was certainly due. Maybe she’d go shopping and spend a hell of a lot of money, something David loathed. Oh, what didn’t David find bothersome or troublesome about her?

Trembling, she stood staring out at their backyard, sipping her coffee. A new dress and a new attitude would do her a little good, maybe spice up her life, her very lonely life. “Stop it.” The two words seemed to reverberate in the humid air. The day was going to be unusually warm as well as sunny, perfect for playing hooky.

She grabbed her phone, dialing her office. She was positive the receptionist was already sitting at her desk, the little eager beaver. Sure enough, the chipper-voiced girl answered. “Hi Jennifer, it’s Shannon. I’m not feeling very well today and won’t be in. I’ll check my e-mails. If you don’t mind just letting everyone know? I don’t have any clients scheduled, so there shouldn’t be any issues.”

“Sure thing, Ms. Parker.”

Jennifer hung up before she had the chance to correct her to “Mrs.” Shaking her head, she couldn’t help but question the state of her marriage. Well, she was going to have to deal with her accusations later, but right now, she had shopping to do. For the time being, she wasn’t going to dive into a bowl of ice cream to soothe her breaking heart—at least not until much later. As she walked into the bedroom to get dressed, she thought about going to a strip club tonight, instead of burying herself in frozen treats and booze. Snacking on men was a much better way to snap her heart and mind out of her private hell. There was nothing like lust to do just that.

Shannon had walked around the mall at least three times and other than purchasing a new teddy at Victoria’s Secret, she had little to show for her efforts. She didn’t have the heart for shopping or anything else, for that matter. How many times had she checked her phone and almost dialed his number? No, he had the explaining to do, not her. As she stood in front of one of her favorite stores, she felt an overwhelming sadness. She wasn’t the kind of girl who handled opposition very well, and she avoided conflict. Slapping his face with the roses, after screaming at him, was the worst behavior she’d displayed in a long time.

He’d expect an apology and she sucked at giving them. Maybe she’d demand one of her own. Yeah, wouldn’t that go over well?

“Shannon, Shannon Parker?”

Shannon turned around and instantly grinned. “Tina! I can’t believe it’s you.”

“How long has it been?” Tina asked, a smile crossing her face.

“Too long. My goodness, the last time we even talked was at least a couple of years ago.”

“I know. I can’t believe how much time has gone by. That certainly wasn’t my intent.”

Tina had been one of her best friends since college, and she hadn’t even thought about her in almost a year. “I heard you moved out of town.”

Tina sighed. “Well, I just got back into town, and I start a new job next week.”

“What about Joe? New job, too?” Shannon asked, half expecting the sweet hunk to be standing right behind Tina.

“Joe who? You mean, Asshole of the Year?”

“Uh-oh. What happened?” The couple had been together since they were teenagers. Tina and Joe were inseparable, never able to keep their hands off each other for long.

“Let’s just say I didn’t enjoy finding him with our next-door neighbor in our pool, very naked, and the position wasn’t just compromising. The act was more like animals copulating in the wild.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I was upset and pissed off for a long time, but after some pretty good counseling and one too many bottles of wine, I realized I needed to live my life for me,” Tina stated defiantly. “So, I moved back here and was able to get a great job. I have a little place that’s all mine, with no men to bother me, and I can enjoy being me for the first time in years.”

Shannon loved the take-charge edge in her friend’s voice, wishing she could manage to garner the same bravado. “You look great.”

“I feel great. Just getting a few things for the new job. What are you up to? Lunchtime shopping?”

“Took the day off. Needed some time for just me.”

Tina grinned and raised her eyebrow as she pointed toward the Victoria’s Secret bag. “A hot night with that sexy man of yours?”

Shannon could feel the heat rising from her neck, flushing her cheeks. She shivered and looked away. “Just something for me.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Is there such a thing?”

“Hmm. Since you have a day off and it is almost noon, let’s grab some lunch and talk, really talk. How about Ruby Tuesday’s?”

Smiling, Shannon nodded. “Perfect, I’d like that.”

“Good. We’ll have some wine and talk like we used to. It seems like we have more than just a little catching up to do.”

As they headed for the restaurant, they conversed about shopping and jobs, their family and little else until they were seated with a glass of wine in front of them.

Tina leaned over the table, her eyes darting back and forth across Shannon’s. “All right, girl. I know you too well. What’s going on with you and David?”

Shannon twirled her glass, embarrassed at her own story. “We’re just arguing a lot. Who am I kidding? We argue all the time.”

“Do you mean like the last time you two were having issues?”

“Similar, but I honestly think this time we’re headed for divorce.” Saying the words out loud for the first time was almost final, as if there were no fight left in her.

“That bad?” Tina asked, patting Shannon’s hand.

“Bad enough.”

“What happened?”

Shannon shrugged and scanned the perimeter of the restaurant absently. Admitting the truth was gut-wrenching and felt as if she were accepting defeat.

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PURCHASE LINK FOR IMPERFECT CONSEQUENCES

A Hunky Roughneck

Yes, I do love to write about various dangerous and delicious men. I especially love professions that are daunting, taking both men and women to the extreme. Being a roughneck is one of those jobs that few people truly understand. They’re oil riggers, some on land and some spending weeks/months on the ocean. It’s hard work, tough on both the mind and the body. I have an upcoming release titled just that – Roughneck. It’s a dark romance, filled with passion and intrigue. While I don’t have a cover just yet, I thought I’d give you a taste. Releasing May 3rd.

ROUGHNECK

Jack

“Get out of my way, morons!” The lilting and very female voice drew my attention for theoil rigger two third time today alone.

I knew instantly who had the audacity to act like a child.

Summer Carter.

The blood racing through my veins kicked up into jet fuel, igniting every filthy inch of my six-foot five inch frame. My balls tightened, my rock hard cock throbbing like a son of a bitch and all I could think about was stripping her down, and baring her rounded bottom for one severe spanking.

Like all bad girls needed.

Who in the hell did this girl think she was?

“Don’t go off half-cocked, Master.” A hand was placed on my forearm, as if that would stave off my increasing rage.

The crew only called me Master when they knew I was pissed off. Hearing the gruff voice, I glared at my second in command. Riley might be my best buddy, but right now I wanted to kick him square in the butt since I knew this had to be his bright idea.

Equal opportunity.

Hire a woman.

On a freaking offshore oil rig.

Right…

I adored women, their strengths and superior intelligence. Hell, we had a few women on the massive rig, but not in the capacity of a professional welder, the work grueling and dirty. Not that they couldn’t do the job, but this girl had something to prove, making mincemeat out of any man who dared try and give her advice. She was a feisty little thing as well as breathtakingly beautiful, but her careless actions were going to get someone hurt.

Not on my watch.

Moving closer to the edge of the deck, I took several deep breaths in an effort to stop delicious-as-sin images from rushing around in my Neanderthal brain.

Her pursed and pouty lips sucking on my thick shaft.

Her rosy little nipples ready to be twisted in my calloused fingers.

Her sweet bald pussy juice slickening her porcelain skin.

Her long legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her like a wild animal.

Shit. What the hell was I thinking?

“Goddamn motherfucker. Get the hell out of my way!” Snapping and tossing her safety mask, her angry voice filtered up along the steel poles, heading in our direction. Sunlight glinted off her copper colored hair like a beacon from the Devil himself. At that very moment, every cell erupted in my body, igniting the passion I’d called dead and buried. “I can do this myself, you bitches!” she barked.

This assignment in particular was supposed to be a simple gig, a few months of working long hours for damn decent pay as well as quiet time to readjust from life in the Marines. Now, I was forced to deal with a wet-behind-the-ears firecracker. She might be sexy as fuck, but she was going to follow my rules one way or the other.

“She’ll calm down,” Riley insisted.

“How in the hell is that gonna happen? She’s tossing a fit like some prima donna brat, something she’s been doing since the minute she stepped foot on the rig. She’s spoiled all right. I think somebody needs to teach her a lesson.”

“Not a bad idea. Some of the crew are mighty tired of her antics as well as her nasty words,” Riley said in an offhanded fashion.

“Oh course, it would help if I knew how the fuck she got on this rig in the first place.” Riley had hired three new crew members barely a week before, Summer being one of them. This was the third day I’d heard her shooting off her mouth, almost causing two fights. Three days too many. I shot him a nasty look before crossing my arms, waiting for her next explosion.

It came quickly after two members of the crew gestured some ridiculously inappropriate motions.

“You boys can’t best me in anything. Not a game of cards. Not arm wrestling and certainly not shoring up this rig.” She threw out her arms, acting like an unchained wild cat, her face wrenched in utter hatred and her emerald green eyes flashing. “In other words, none of you are man enough.”

“That’s it. I’ve had enough of her bullshit antics.”

Riley flanked my side, a mischievous look crossing his face as he stifled raucous laughter. He thought this shit was funny. “Remember, Summer is just a kid, but she holds her own. At least from what I can tell. I’ve had a couple good reports on her work.”

Holds her own. Jesus. “A couple huh? And a kid my ass. Unless you lied to me, she’s twenty-two and ought to know better than to act that way, especially on a rig full of men. Besides, this is a dangerous job and her actions could jeopardize the entire crew.”

Snickering, Riley slapped his hand over his mouth briefly, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe you need to show her a thing or two about the hierarchy of ranks.”

Summer. The name suited her, all fire and brimstone and I could do more than just show her. “Exactly. She needs to learn a lesson and that starts right now.” I shimmied down the ladder, ignoring the rungs, dropping with a hard thud. Within seconds, I was standing two feet away from the voluptuous creature, trying my best to keep my eyes from falling to her well-endowed cleavage. All the control I’d taken pride in keeping had a difficult time preventing me from grabbing her, fisting and tangling my hand in her hair and yanking her into an unbridled kiss. I blinked twice, forcing my raging libido back into the darkness, remembering my duties. She was a nemesis on this rig, her caustic mouth and ridiculous behavior putting lives in danger as well as pulling down the crew’s morale.

Or perhaps they all wanted to fuck her.

Either way, we had a job to do.

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And don’t forget – ROGUE is HOT off the presses!

A single purpose compels him. He must find me, claim me, and master me completely.

Tracking down cyborgs is my job, but this time I’m the one being hunted. This rogue machine has spent most of his life locked up, and now that he’s on the loose he has plans for me…

He isn’t just going to strip me, punish me, and use me. He will take me longer and harder than any human ever could, claiming me so thoroughly that I will be left in no doubt who owns me.

No matter how shamefully I beg and plead, my body will be ravaged again and again with pleasure so intense it terrifies me to even imagine, because that is what he was built to do.

When a Man is Dark, Dangerous and…Ruthless

Don’t you love a dark and dangerous kind of man? I think most reader’s do. Women have always flirted with the desire for the bad boy, since the dawn of time. Bikers, Outlaws, Mafia Men, Marines, Cowboys – you name it, we hunger for the rugged, sexy kind of guy who takes what he wants but still has a heart that could be shaped into gold. Right?

We all know families are complicated. There isn’t a single human alive who doesn’t feel man in suit with gunangst or even anger given a family situation. Imagine if you’re in a family of mafiosos, where the leadership can be toppled at any time. Then imagine if your world is ripped apart and you’re forced to take the helm.

That’s a portion of the story behind Ruthless, the second in the Calduchi family saga. The Kingpin family controls Chicago, but rivaled constantly by other mafia families. When Giovanni’s father is murdered, his brother missing, he’s forced into donning the ring…

But…circumstances remind him that what he truly hungers for is love. While Caught is the first book, this can be read as a stand alone and of course, it has an HEA and no cheating. I hope you enjoy a taste.

RUTHLESS

Bloodshed. Death. Destruction.

This was my family’s legacy and all of it would be required in my new position as head of the Calduchi family. But I had a new word infiltrating my system and one that would become my legacy.

Suffering.

I would make the bastards who’d murdered my father in cold blood suffer in manners that only their nightmares could imagine. The word on the street was pinpointed at the rat Montego had mentioned just minutes before he’d been gunned down. The pricks from New York had yet to lay claim, but I knew instinctively who they were, and they would be punished for their sins.

Their leader, one sick bastard by the name of Bruno Giotano thought he was larger than life. He would soon learn he was nothing.

I certainly had no real love for my father. Montego Calduchi had been a hard man, brutal in his techniques, including dealing with his family, but I’d respected both him and his position. He’d been demanding as well as connected, certainly influential with hundreds of politicians and corporate moguls alike. And now I was required to take over his regime.

A cold shiver sliced into every muscle. I was prepared, more than ready to take command, but heads would roll under my dominion. Instead of initiating new soldiers, I was stuck in the freaking middle of nowhere, ready for some bogus rehabilitation that wasn’t necessary.

And I was pissed.

Columbus, Ohio. Fucking fantastic. I’d do my stint in medical rehab, directing my capos while the streets continued to play out the bloodbath. Information had flowed freely enough, the hit meant for the entire family. The plot had been ingenious, and I still had no knowledge of my brother’s whereabouts. For all I knew, Jagger was dead. To everyone, except for three of my most trusted men, I was still in intensive care at the Chicago hospital, barely hanging on, the Consigliereconsidered in charge. The lie wouldn’t hold for much longer.

For all practical purposes, I’d died on the operating table, considered clinically dead for almost two minutes. The single bullet had almost been successful. Still, I couldn’t afford to be laid up like some sick dog. I had a job to do and I loathed this shit.

Anyone who knew me realized I wasn’t the kind of man to run from a problem. Rage furrowed in my gut. Losing Franco, Tony, and Cane, powerful capos in their own right in the process was an enormous hit for our family and word had spread within minutes that our organization had been cut in half. Wasn’t good for business all the way around.

We also lost three soldiers. At least Daniel and Marco had only been injured and were alive. As the newest capos, they’d be forced to take over a lion’s share of the business dealings until I could get a handle on things. By the grace of St. Francis, Antonio had reacted quickly enough, dragging me away from the carnage. I owed the boy my life. The wound was healing, but a round of TLC was definitely needed.

But I had something else in mind.

I took a swig of my scotch, grimacing at the bitter, cheap taste. One week was seven days too long. At least by then, a plan would be set in motion. Antonio sat at a small table several yards away, the soldier bumped up to a made man after the incident. He’d earned his stripes after risking his life. He was my initial protector, my driver, and my hired gun. The man I most trusted had suggested the particular hospital, and I hadn’t been in any condition to ask questions or contradict him.

intense couple“What the fuck am I doing here?” My snarl was deep, coming from the heightened rage I’d felt since the attempted massacre.

My utter disgust drew attention from the striking blonde sitting at the other end of the bar. In the rather dingy setting, I was surprised to see such a beautiful creature. She twisted her head in my direction, easing the single olive from her martini with her fingers. The only reaction was in her shimmering eyes, but all I could concentrate on was the way she pulled the oblong vegetable in her luscious mouth after licking off the juices. Her tongue darted back and forth, creating filthy fantasies, vile images in vivid color.

She slid the tip of her manicured fingernail around the rim of her glass, not once but three times. The beautiful woman had no idea how sensual she truly was. Inhaling, even the way her exotic perfume wafted into my nostrils was enough to create depraved thoughts in my mind. I wanted to tie her up, exposing her rosy nipples and pretty pink pussy. I wanted to spank her for being a bad girl, making certain her bottom was crisscrossed in the same vibrant hue as her dress. My mouth watered and my thoughts drifted into darkness, a passion that would not be denied but hadn’t been fulfilled in a long time.

My cock twitched, my balls tightening. My hunger was off the charts. As my chest rose and fell, I knew I had to have her. I offered a slight smile, shifting in the seat as my shaft became pinched. She seemed amused at my outburst then almost immediately glanced at her watch. Who was she waiting for? A boyfriend? Her stunning scarlet dress hugged every curve, accentuating her long legs. After a few seconds, she casually looked in my direction. She certainly wasn’t hovering at the bar for any business purposes. I snickered at the thought. Lifting my glass, I gave her a nod of approval.

Almost instantly she looked away, as if the attention was unwanted.

No one ever denied what I craved.

Certainly no one ever dared refute my command.

Not if they wanted to live.

This beauty would garner an exception to the rule. After all, she didn’t belong to me.

Yet.

At least my personality was intact as well as my desires.

She grew more restless as the minutes ticked on, finally tossing back the remainder of her drink and dragging her finger across her ruby-stained lips. Just as she yanked a small purse from the seat beside her, a hand was placed on her shoulder, the grip firm. Far too firm for a casual meeting.

I glanced sideways at the asshole who’d dared to be late, sizing him up. He was no doubt an attorney by the way he was dressed and by the looks of it, one that was paid very well.

“You’re late. As usual,” she attempted to say quietly, but she seemed far too angry.

“I couldn’t very well leave court, now could I?” he snapped and waved for the bartender. “Whisky, neat and another one for the lady.”

She laughed, the sound husky yet contrived. “The last time I checked the court calendar, I didn’t notice that cases continued until nine in the evening.”

A full minute of tense silence followed.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch?” he spewed then smacked his hand on the bar. “How about those drinks? Any time now.”

“And why do you have to be such a bastard?” she retorted, shaking her head.

Asshole. You’ve been caught.I could almost detect the scent of another woman. I took another sip of my drink, contemplating my reckless desires. I was supposed to keep a low profile while I was here and that didn’t include partaking in tasting a beautiful woman.

But I just might be forced to make an exception.

The boyfriend hissed and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, squeezing.

My hackles were instantly raised.

Gasping, she shoved his chest. “Let go of me, you prick.”

The bartender slapped the asshole’s drink on the counter. I was delighted to notice that a solid one third was spilled over the edge. In contrast, the man behind the chipped fake wood bar gently placed a cocktail napkin on the bar and eased another martini on top. “Is this asshole bothering you, miss?”

“I can handle him, but thank you,” she quipped, managing to wriggle out of the jerk’s hold.

Every muscle in my body tensed, prepared to take the prick outside if necessary.

The bartender gave the boyfriend a wary and very nasty look before sauntering off. If the shithead didn’t release his hold in about two split seconds, I would make certain he found it difficult to use his hand again.

Ever.

He seemed to sense my discord, darting his eyes in my direction and releasing her. Leaning over, he whispered in her ear.

I was ready to finish my drink then leave, disgusted with the entire scene when she whirled in his direction, snarling in what I had to say was a classy manner.

“Jimmy. I think it’s time that you and I end this chapter. For good.”

He laughed, tossing the long wave falling in his face as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “You will do as I say.”

“Or what exactly?” While she issued the words, I’d already muttered them under my breath. I gripped the edge of the bar, rising to my feet.

“Or you know what happens,” boyfriend dared to say.

To her credit, she tossed her drink in his face then clamored to grab her purse. “Fuck you. You’re out of my life, you cheating bastard.”

I only managed to notice the way he grabbed and wrenched her arm before I shot around the bar, yanking him away and slamming his body against the wall. “You don’t talk to women that way, buddy.”

“Get off me, you freak! This is between me and her,” he snarled.

There was no turning back. My hand shot around his throat, lifting him several inches off the floor. I heard the shrieks from behind me, but I didn’t give a shit. This bastard was going to learn a very valuable lesson. My fingers dug into the various pressure points in his neck and within seconds, he was unable to breathe. As he flailed, his face turning red, I was somewhat surprised that no one attempted to stop my actions.

“Now, you’re going to walk out of this bar and never bother this gorgeous woman ever again. If I hear that you try even once to contact her, you will have me to deal with and trust me, you don’t want that to happen.”

Boyfriend’s eyes were bulging even as he attempted to nod. I lowered him very slowly to the floor. I had to shut down my instinct to drag him outside. This wasn’t the time or the place to draw any attention to the fact of who I was or that I was drinking in a cheap rundown bar.

The jerk coughed several times, wheezing to the point I almost burst into laughter. As he attempted to stand, making certain his tie was straight, I resisted punching him in the kidney. He barely gave the sensuous creature another look before scampering toward the front door.

The various claps and cheers did nothing to brighten my mood. Pricks like that didn’t deserve to have a gorgeous woman on their arm.

Issuing another snarl, I turned around. I didn’t know this girl and she certainly could have been incensed, angry that I’d tossed him out. The blonde gave me an appreciative smile, the kind that allowed me a slight glimpse behind her mask, pretending the loss meant nothing to her.

She was a vulnerable kitten in a world of wolves. All I wanted to do was feast, sliding my tongue into her sweet pussy only seconds before thrusting my cock so deep that she screamed out my name.

I wanted her begging for more.

And I would take every inch of her, body and soul.

SYNOPSIS

When he decided he wanted me, he took me.

Treating a mobster shot by a rival’s goons isn’t really my forte, but when a man is powerful enough to have a whole wing of a hospital cleared out for his protection, you do as you’re told.

To make matters worse, this isn’t first time I’ve met Giovanni Calduchi. It turns out my newest patient is the stern, sexy brute who all but dragged me back to his hotel room a couple of nights ago so he could use my body as he pleased, then showed up at my house the next day, stripped me bare, and spanked me until I was begging him to take me even more roughly and shamefully.

Now, with his enemies likely to be coming after me in order to get to him, all I can do is hope he’s as good at keeping me safe as he is at keeping me blushing, sore, and thoroughly satisfied.

I hope you enjoyed. Oh, and Gio is very sexy…

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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